Sugar Land Saints: The Complete Collection
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Follow the Sugar Land Saints team as these college football players find humor, heartache, and love.
Quarterback Sneak
The boundaries of our friendship are tested and lines are crossed.
Four years ago, I gathered enough courage to kiss my best friend. What I’d hoped would be a pivotal moment that would start a new kind of relationship between us was over before it began.
His world was upended, so I put my feelings aside and stepped back into my role as a friend he could count on.
He wasn’t ready then, but now it’s time to find out if he’s willing to take a chance on us being something more.
We’ve been friends, roommates and teammates, but I want him, body and heart.
Broken Play
We’re friends, teammates—and we hook up. Often.
The first time we got together, it was a spontaneous earth-shattering moment. I wanted more. So, of course I popped the question. “Yours or mine for round two?”
That’s where the trouble began. We agreed on an exclusive, no strings arrangement. When one of us is ready to walk away, we’ll still be friends.
I’ve seen the real him and he’s so much more than the broody loner others see him as.
The brilliant plan backfired, and I accidentally caught feelings. Being friends with benefits is the perfect arrangement until someone falls in love.
Recovered Fumble
Rendon may be a virgin but Nash is the one who has no clue what he’s doing.
We met at a party—the last place I wanted to be. Full of confident swagger, the Saints wide receiver and campus playboy approached me. It was hard to believe he was interested in me, but he was. Interested in hooking up, that is.
When things ended before they really even began, we agreed once the semester started it’d be best to keep our distance from each other. But I’m the only one holding up my end of the deal.
He thinks he can just waltz back into my life, turn on the charm and have me with a simple snap of his fingers. He can’t.
Rookie Mistake
The straight rich jock would never date his family’s gay hired help, right?
There are three things people know about me. I’m a Saints tight end. My bank account stays fat with cash. I have a girlfriend, Jules.
What they don’t know is that I’m gay, and Jules is actually my childhood best friend who’s been doing me a solid in a mutually beneficial arrangement.
Colton has been the one person I’ve wanted, but he doesn’t know that. When I come home for a week during the summer, I’m ready to tell him and have it all planned out. Except I immediately blow my shot with him.
It’s safe to say that although years of playing on the field have made me a seasoned athlete, in relationships… Well, I have zero experience in dating. Or anything else for that matter.
Delayed Game
Tristan thinks I don’t notice him. He couldn’t be more wrong. What he doesn’t realize is that we’ve met before.
The second I spotted him on campus I made the decision to avoid him. Though I told myself it was the right thing to do because of our history, it was more difficult than I’d anticipated.
At a frat party to celebrate the Saints’ latest win, I’m confronted by a walking hurricane drenched in emo vibes—otherwise known as Tristan Stafford. Slinging colorful insults that make absolutely no sense, it quickly becomes clear that he’s developed strong opinions where I’m concerned. It would seem he hates me and my...dimples?
I’m insulted. Amused. Intrigued. And now he has my full attention.